Fat Electrician Steal

After I bought my new home outright, my relatives organized a housewarming party to celebrate. During dinner, my nephew Leo suddenly said, “You’re just a spinster living alone in a huge apartment. What do you need all that space for? I happen to be getting married soon. That’s a huge deal. You should transfer the place to me. I’ll even cover the transfer fee.” I was stunned. “Are you out of your mind?” His mother Linda said, “How can you be so ungrateful? Him using your place for his newlywed life is doing you a favor. It’ll bring you good luck! Other people would jump at the chance!” The son and mother were united against me. “Anyway, tomorrow’s a great day. Grab the property deed and come with us to transfer ownership!” I rejected them without hesitation and called them crazy. Who knew they would get so furious that they would storm into my brand-new apartment and go on a rampage, smashing everything in sight. They even said smugly, “We need to show you our family doesn’t get pushed around! Go ahead and call the police! What proof do you even have that it was us?” What they did not know was that I had installed surveillance cameras on the day I moved in.

After our rivals murdered my parents, I had to become something else. A fortress. I held the Blackthorne family together all by myself. My younger sister, Anna, couldn't stand the life—the blood and the fear. She cried, begging me to send her away, to college overseas. I said yes. And the first thing she does when she gets back? She goes to the Commission and accuses me of stealing her inheritance. She said it with this entitled, high-and-mighty tone. "My boyfriend, Victor, the Falcone heir, says I can't lose." "I just want what's mine," she said. "Half of the $8.7 million Mom and Dad left, and half of the Blackthorne family's power. Fair is fair, right?" But she knew damn well she'd already blown through every last cent of that $8.7 million. And the extra ten million I'd earned for her on top of that. That's when it hit me. My sacrifice hadn't just been for nothing. I'd raised a goddamn wolf, and she was insatiable. So this time, I let the kindness die. I gave her a cold smile. "My sweet, naive sister. It's time I showed you how a real Godmother plays."

I was dumped because of my weight. My stepmother tried to comfort me, saying, "It's okay, it's okay. A little extra weight is good." I watched as my graceful sister took my place and married my fiancé. Meanwhile, I was sent abroad to be "fattened up like a pig." I barely escaped with my life and endured unimaginable hardships. Now, those who hurt me should, at the very least, face justice for their actions.

All I did was post a photo of the exquisite pink diamond necklace my dad gave me for my birthday. An intern, however, confronted me in front of everyone. “Miss Anderson, why is my necklace with you? Do you think being a manager gives you the right to steal from others?” I calmly explained that it was a birthday gift from my dad, personally purchased at an auction. She didn’t believe me. Instead, she pulled out surveillance footage showing me entering and leaving her office and flat-out accused me of being a thief. “Some people can’t get what they want, so they resort to stealing. Do you honestly think taking a necklace means you can take over someone’s entire life? And you’re actually trying to pass yourself off as the heiress of Anderson Corporation? Isn’t that completely ridiculous?”

Allyson needs a huge sum of money for her sister's surgery. She has nowhere to go for help, so she decided to get the money by all means. She went to a club, met a billionaire, but instead of having a platonic affair with him; she drugged him and robbed him! Finally, Logan let go of the fact that he was robbed by a petty thief. He was more worried about his company. His father threatened to give the company to someone else if he fails to get married in two weeks. Allyson's sister dialysis gulped all the money she got, then she goes broke again. Allyson applied for a job and went for the interview only to meet Logan, who was the CEO. Logan gave her two options; either he called the police to get her arrested for theft or she agrees to be his woman.

"I want her." he said coldly sipping onto his wine staring at the grey eyed enchantress standing in front of him taking in her curves and flawless smooth skin. "She's his mate." his beta proclaimed widening his eyes at the reckless demand of his alpha. "So?" his alpha asked him coldly like it didn't affected him a bit. "But she is forbidden and---" his beta tried to make him understand but a one cold look from his alpha made his mouth clipped shut. He moved his blank gaze towards the girl tempting him without even trying and sternly said "I want her." And that was it, the end of the discussion because what he wants he gets it by hook or by crook. Daxon Valor, the alpha of the blood moon night pack is what people and all of the packs fear of. He is powerful and a rude, arrogant alpha who fears nothing. But he was not like this from the birth the death of his mate made him like this so cruel and ruthless because he loved his mate more than his own life. Hazel Suarez, the wife of alpha Alexander Suarez of nightingale pack is the beauty everyone wants to take a look at. But to even look at her is forbidden for everyone. But Alpha Daxon Valor has his eyes on her now. He wants her at any cost for himself.

I had been married for eight years when I inherited a fortune worth hundreds of millions that my grandfather left to me and my mafia boss husband. However, just as the lawyer was finalizing the transfer, we discovered my marriage certificate was fake. That meant the entire inheritance could only go to me. “Ms. Rivers, according to the system, you were divorced a year ago. Your husband, Zayn Levine, is legally married to… Whitney Sanders. According to the papers, you're single. In other words, Mr. Levine has no right to claim the inheritance.” Whitney, the woman Zayn had once loved before she went abroad, the one he never forgot. I stared at the lawyer’s message, unable to accept it. All of Zayn’s affection and tenderness over the years had been nothing but a lie. I had planned to tell him on our anniversary that after eight long years of marriage, I was pregnant. It was the miracle we had both been waiting for. Yet it seemed like he had never really been looking forward to it at all. As I gently rested my hand on my belly, I told myself that even if my twins grew up without a father, they would be just fine. In this place built on nothing but lies, the only thing left for me to do was run away.

With one hand he squeezed her left breast,while the other roamed on her neck. He bent down to her level,looking directly into her eyes searching for something ..maybe fear or a lie . "Well, I grant you a wish . Ask me anything . I will give it . Even if it is letting you go right now." He spoke with his husky voice . Catalina continued to stare at his ice grey eyes and finally spoke ," I want you to not touch me sexually without my consent ..." He backed off utterly surprised by her attitude . A smirk crept onto his lips . " Then it means ,you are ready for next level. Perfect ! " He untied her lifeless hands and grabbed her arm . " Let's see if you can pass this one , my wild cat " He said dragging her out of the room. *** Catalina Brown , 22 and a rebel was crazy about joining the Russian Mafia's gang . He was known as "The Pakhan" . To the world , he was a perfect businessman with no bad record. But in the underworld, he is the Lucifer... What happens when she finally gets to see him ? The mafia has other plans for her. He gives her tests and tests to check the loyalty with his heart bleeding for her love . His obsession for her grows with each passing day and she has no idea she is already his ,The pakhan's only beloved ...

My husband said our son died because of me. I believed him. I believed him when he blamed my weight. Believed him when he said I slept too deeply. Believed him when he looked at me with disgust instead of love after we buried our four-year-old son. And when I caught him cheating with his beautiful assistant only days after our child’s funeral, I still begged him to stay. Because grief can make a woman hate herself enough to accept cruelty as punishment. Then I discovered the truth. The night my son died, my husband had snuck another woman into our home and left the front door unlocked while rushing out with his mistress. My little boy wandered outside alone. And my husband let me carry the guilt. Now I have nothing. No child. No marriage. No home. Only rage. But just when my husband throws me out into the rain with divorce papers in one hand and another woman in my place, a black luxury car stops beside me. Inside sits Nathaniel Vaughn. My husband’s most dangerous enemy. Powerful. Ruthless. Obsessively protective. And unlike my husband, Nathaniel looks at my curves like they were made to be worshipped. He offers me a deal: Help him destroy my ex-husband… And he’ll help me reclaim everything I lost. Including revenge. But the deeper I fall into Nathaniel’s dark world of power, obsession, and vengeance, the more dangerous our connection becomes. Because the man helping me heal may be even more terrifying than the man who broke me.

I stumbled over my own feet as he shoved me through the doorway, barely catching myself before I hit the polished marble floor. A gasped escaped my mouth as I straightened up, eyes wide as they scanned the unfamiliar surroundings. Or should I say - a mansion, everything about it screamed wealth, power and danger. I blinked rapidly, trying to push back those tears, smearing them away with my shoulder because my hands were bound tightly in front of me. The ropes bit into my skin, a cruel reminder that this wasn’t a nightmare. It was my new reality. “Welcome to my world, princess,” he said, voice like velvet over broken glass. ---- Lewis. The name alone makes my stomach churn. The man I once thought I loved. The one who walked into my life with a smile, too perfect and eyes too deceptive. At first, he was everything I ever wanted. Until he became everything I feared. He didn’t just hurt me, he broke me. And just when I thought there was no way out of his twisted love, his brother appeared. Like a storm. I thought I saw a savior in him. But I couldn’t have been more wrong. I never sought his attention. I never wanted his eyes on me. But he gave it anyway unrelenting, consuming, obsessive. He didn’t offer me freedom from Lewis. He offered me a different kind of captivity. One laced with soft touches and sharp edges. One that didn’t hurt my skin, but carved into my soul. He stole my sanity with his silence, my breath with his gaze, and my heart with his wickedness. I was a puppet of two devils - one who broke me openly, and the other who worshipped my broken pieces like treasures he owned.